The God of Destruction

"What are you laughing? Let's go!" The monk looked at him without turning his eyes, like a red rainbow, and walked toward the song.

"I dare to come here, naturally there will be a way to protect my life, there is no need to let the brothers care." Pan Chen smiled faintly. "The Ji Brother is still going to take care of himself, be careful, otherwise I don't know how to die."

"Duan Yuan Lingbao!" Ji Gao face a strong color, suddenly thought of his own purpose, the voice suddenly indifferent.

"Ji Ge, Lingbao in my hand, you think I will take it out, let you become a big businessman, come to enhance your strength?" Pan Chen no longer entangled it, transformed, rushing out of the nine fading, Escape in nine directions.

"Do you want to go?"

Gao's eyes are bright, and a purple light came out, and the nine faiths were broken, and it was a little smog to dissipate, only one excitement rushed to the distant shooting.

Ji height chase, such as a meteor, rolled over the sky, shining the sky, chasing the past.

This is the song of the city's large Dang Dynasty, Pan Chen has been cautious, but now his identity is exposed, can no longer be delayed again, otherwise he is hit by the emperor of the big businessman in the air, even if he has a lotus body protection, I am afraid he I will fall on the spot.

As for the spirit and luck, Pan Chen is just coming here with the autumn wind. More importantly, he is still looking for a clue for his father. Now the clue has been found, just interpretation and argument, the fate of God is nature.

"Is it come?"

Pan Chenshi frowned, but did not say anything, took out the Xuanyuan bow, although it can't fully control it, give full play to the power of the Xuan Yuan bow, but its bow string is open, but there is no harm.

In an instant, Xuanyuan bow is like a full moon, the aura is endless, and there is a long foot of light, the wind thunder bursts, the hill shake, the mountain tremor.

"respite!"

The arrow is as bright as the rainbow, shining with thousands of feet, covering the sky, looking away from the distance, the sky is burning.

boom!

Ji Gao is holding hands, slamming, arrow is broken, incandescent lamp dissipates, Pan Chen's figure disappears in the sky.

"I really can't do it? Gossip track!" Ji Gao is smirk, the big hand of the crystal circle is full of empty, the first-class words are flashing, and a person is appearing in the palm, "here ?!"

Ji is missing, there is a yard outside of more than ten miles outside the Chao, Japan. "Well?" How, what? His breathing disappeared here. "Ji Gao confused, with empty virtual, a pair of purple eyes, sweeping down, except for several slaves, there is no news in Pan Chen.

"Wait, there is a transmission array"

Ji Gao Station is above, wants to transfer it through the transmission array, but the light of the transmission array suddenly blinks, but it will quickly crack, and shake him out.

"boom!"

Ji heroic hurriedly put down, surrounded by purple clouds, if there is a hidden false emperor shadow, the stars will shine, sing, if you can suppress the whole world.

A dust flies to the sky, the yard is immediately yawned, and there is no leaving.

Ji Gao faces the iron green, although it is extremely reluctant, but it is no choice but to leave.

"Good boy, the veritable Xuan Yuan!" Pan Chen looked at the surprise of Xuanyuan Bow, neither delicious, and played such a power, which should not be too strong than the wind.

Pan Chen no longer delayed, shooting one person, returning to the yard outside the city.

In the yard, Pan Chen set the room at 100 meters underground, leaving the transmission array, and the breathing was automatically isolated by the void.

Back to Zhangzhou, Pan Chen immediately cut off the connection between the two transmission arrays, which is located between the HAN National Anti-City and Tangshan.

"Zhongzhou martial arts is really strong, no one goes out of the country, more than Jin Dan, such as some old clan, even the Tianshi martial arts is no longer less."

Pan Chen feels in Northern Xinjiang, Tianang Wushu is enough to suppress a medium-sized city's fate; for example, in addition to the Li Shoujiang, Tang Zhou, every parent is not overweight.

Of course, with the recovery of the heavens and the earth, Zhangzhou is also a constant breakthrough. Pan Chen's grandfather Li Wang Wang successfully broke through the barriers of heavy buildings, concentrated 36 points, promoted to Tianshi.

Chapter 2404 Xiao Qian World

Other, not all.

"Unfortunately, compared with Central State, the difference is too big." Pan Chen sighed, whispered: "Next, the entire North Xin should not be hit, at least I control, you should take it, you can also carry Some layouts. "

"Now, refine Xuan Yuan Lingbao!" Pan Chen came back to shoot and carved the small world, prepared to refine the Xuanyuan bow and tremorrow.

Although the shooting carving small world of the radiopes is limited, Pan Chen has a space of the spiritual hall, but it is safe; the opposite, it can use it to promote spiritual practice with the time difference from the continent.

Pan Chen closed his eyes, cross hands, in Dantian, a bunch of purple and golden flame rising from the air, wrapped in the arrow of Xuan Yuan bow and tremor, reflected in the soul, gradually refining and refining.

Shooting and engraving a thousand worlds.

The years are in a hurry, the time flies, such as the flow of water.

In the blink of an eye, it has passed a year.

Pan Chen was originally refined to the Xuan Yuan bow and Zhen Tianzhi. "It is worthy of the odd treasure left by Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, it is actually the best spiritual treasure house in the heaven, step in the treasure."

Pan Chen has successfully extracted 12 ordinary acupoints with the help of refining Lingbao, plus a special son and float, and initially entered the basic martial arts ranks, which is equivalent to the refining practitioners in Huayu monk.

Coincidence, twelve basic points, 24 heavy buildings. Pan Chen was piloted for thirteen acupoints. He did not want to become the basic acupoints of martial arts, but the combat power is enough to match ordinary levels, with the aid method and large-scale killing, you can kill the middle devil on the spot.

Pan Chen nodded, holding his fists, feeling your powerful power, and very satisfied with your heart. With these two spiritual wealth, he has enough confidence and those who return to the real martial arts class.

"If the Lich King is successful in practice, even those who return to real martial arts level can be killed on the spot!" Pan Chen's heart is very excited, passionate.

He took two drops of blood, a drop of green, a blue sea, a Qinglong swims to swim, turn the river into the sea, the dragon is shaking, empty, full of infinite vitality and violent power.

A drop of light, dazzling, one world God is tall, top of the blue sky, step on the earth, floating in the mountains and rushed, the star is swaying, the power is unlimited.

This is the blood of Qinglong and the blood of ancient gods.

Zilong blood, a world monster-level purple dragon's heart; compared with Pan Chen just harvested, this big demon of Qinglong's blood is more large, only exposes a slice of cracks, a terrible force Outbreak, immediately lifted Pan Chen.

Different from the Xuan Yuan Bow and Zhen Tiantian Arrow. After all, it is the spiritual wealth of the people; Pan Chen, Li surname, is the descendants of Li's Dynasties, Li Jiyuan is from the descendants of Zhuang Di Di.

Zhuang Xu is one of the five generations of emperor. Gao Yang is the grandson of the Yellow Emperor, so from some extent, Pan Chen's body also has the blood of the Yellow Emperor, although I don't know how many people.

But in this premise, Pan Chen refined Xuan Yuan bow and the boat arrow are relatively simple; but this is the case, Pan Chen has taken more than a year of time to control it, but still fail to enter its core.

However, now this is enough to say to Pan Chen.

"!"

The blood of the ancient gods was gently earthquake, and a soul wanted to show it. It is terrible to brush the stars between its fingers, the collapse sky, the broken mountain, brushing the stars.

"Hey!"

Pan Chen flew out, spurting a blood, her lapel is full of blood, his face is pale, full of fear.

"Wow!" Pan Chen shouted out a breath, palpitations: "The big magic green dragon is blood, inexplicably ancient gods are too scary."

Only in this way revealed a pressure, spurt Pan Chenzhen's gas and blood, blood boiling, almost burst.

"It seems still not time." Pan Chen is a bit disappointed, "but not necessarily anything."